Written by Miranda Le from Tarbut V'torah Community Day School, Vermont, USA She had always lived on a farm. At least, she knew she used to live on a farm. Things had been feeling rather strange lately; nothing was as she remembered. But then, she couldn’t trust her memory, either. Take the sparrows and the crows, for example. Always rasping, clawing, circling endlessly, those ghastly birds coughed up whitish lumps of half-liquefied grain—rancid, spongy offerings dropped at
